This Little Underground: A farewell salute to Orlandooom
Kadavar, Mothership, Bloodshot Bill, the Wildtones, J.D. Wilkes and the Dirt Daubers
Published: April 16, 2014
Last week was the swan song of Orlandooom (April 7, Will’s Pub), the local heavy music presenter group of Jarad Oates Haggard and Scott Branbar. It’s not total eschaton for the city’s headbanging population because of the continued existence of Non-Prophet Organization – an offshoot by Orlandooom protégé Ryan Pemberton – but it’s a big blow. They set a dependably respectable bar for a checkered genre: metal. Orlandooom was the gold standard and – through credibility built from the number of excellent underground bands they singlehandedly turned me on to – was probably the name I trusted most in heavy music. It’s why I named them “best heavy booking” in the 2011 Undie Awards.
To cap an impacting career, Orlandooom went practically all black in their final showcase with L.A.’s Abigail Williams, Tampa’s Ovid’s Withering and notable locals Dzoavits and Infinite Earths. But far greater than any individual performance this night is the legacy of the presenter. The reason I’ve blown a Florida amount of sunshine up their donks in recent years is because they injected serious tonnage in sound and street cred to our music scene. So if this absolutely must be an epitaph for Orlandooom (which is so metal), then here’s a double-fisted squeeze of invisible oranges to the legacy of their game-changing work. Thanks for the boost, boys.
That said, though the job market forced Haggard to relocate to South Florida, it’s hard to imagine a guy this experienced and irrepressible retiring from the game for good. So don’t be surprised to hear some thunder down under from his hammer at some point.
But it gets heavier still with a couple deep-plowing power trios (April 9, Backbooth) that have about as much regard for the march of time as Wolfmother. Despite their death-y name, the inspiration for Berlin headliner Kadavar is heavy metal’s blues-thick headwaters. In fact, this relatively new band’s sound is literal, verbatim and straight-up time-warped from 1970. But as undeniably regressive as it is, they work that sweet spot between Sabbath and Zeppelin so masterfully that it bucks all cynicism. As they say, hindsight is 20/20, and Kadavar fully capitalizes on the luxury of cherry picking from historically certified gold with a keen editorial eye and dead-ringing execution. Live, they’re every bit as tight as their locked-in recordings, only with much more welcome pump and thump. And even though they take on a woolly rock style, they execute everything – even the frenetic guitar solos – with supernatural precision. Germans, man.
Welcome aboard: Photos from Mothership and Kadavar at Backbooth
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